copycat

By 22francc

Released on October 6, 2024

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(Its about time you stop being a bitch and listen to some 22

He will never disappoint you)


[Chorus]

My bitch is a runway model

She wearing Versace

Come and stop me

I just rock all my shit and you copy

Shiny grills pretty face

She really my type on paper

She really don't smoke no vapor

Fuck that bottle, see ya later


[Verse 1]

VVS diamonds are dripping on my shirt (ay)

I got no game but it works

Pull up my IG then i skurt, bitch

Say, francc you wearing that nice belt

Too hot this shit making my ice melt

It's just me and my money

And without the bread it's just myself

I used to get mad at the haters

Now i know why they be hating and shit

I'd be mad too if i was broke in the bank

And I knew that I'd never be rich

Took too many fours in my line

I only want [?] little bro that's fair

If you ain't bring shit to the table

At least be pretty and have nice hair


[Chorus]

My bitch is a runway model

She wearing Versace (and Gucci too)

Come and stop me

I just rock all my shit and you copy

Shiny grills pretty face

She really my type on paper (type on paper)

She really don't smoke no vapor

Fuck that bottle, see ya later


[Verse 2]

She tryna be my baby like Bieber

You got to my house and gave me the rules

Like bae you is not my teacher (for real)

I got too many words to hypnotize you

Yeah I might make you a keeper

You be [?] your phone

I hit a home run you caused me Dereck no Jeter (Fuck)

I don't even be using my legs anymore

I got too many ways to be traveling (ways to be travelling)

You be babbling babbling

All the money finna decline like Madelyn

I wanna get up and go to the mall

Coping the drip we finna be paddling

Ran into my side girl

You and her you better be battling


[Chorus]

My bitch is a runway model

She wearing Versace (wearing Versace)

Couldn't stop me

I just rock all my shit and you copy

Shiny grills pretty face

She really my type on paper

She really don't smoke no vapor

Fuck that bottle, see ya later

(Everyone told him you cannot be a great artist)